A/N: Hope you all are still taking as much pleasure from this as much as I am.  (I know you are Sask, lol!  Thanks for the help again!)  Only a chapter or so to go on this puppy, then I'll be moving on.  Enjoy this next installment!

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Chapter 8 – Thinking Outside the Box

Sara was in the CSI garage methodically going over the contents of her victim's car.  Sorting items into neat piles of receipts, magazines and random pieces of trash, she hummed quietly to herself.  The sound of the door opening and shutting softly interrupted her and she smiled, able to discern who it was merely by the ambling scuffs of his footsteps.

"Hey Nick," she greeted warmly, still not turning around.

"Why, hello Sara," he replied, approaching her slowly.  His voice held an unmistakably over-friendly tone that was impossible to miss.  "How are you on this fine, November night?"

"Can't complain," Sara smirked, her eyes scanning the list of purchased items on the receipt in her hands.  "And yourself?"

"Suffering from the world's worst case of blue-balls thanks to you and those five little piggies of yours," he replied without missing a beat, right behind her now.  His large hands came to rest on the table on either side of her, effectively trapping her between it and him.

She giggled a little and tried to take no notice of the effect his proximity was having on her.  "Aw, poor guy," she cooed, placing the slip of paper in it's proper pile and picking up a candy wrapper.  "Well, maybe if you're a good boy I'll kiss them better for you later."

He groaned deeply, burying his face in the crook of her neck.  "Really not helping with the current situation babe," he murmured, his hands moving to her hips, pulling her back against him.

She laughed again and continued sorting the small heap, knowing that her ignoring him was driving him crazy and loving every minute of it.

Finally losing patience, he captured her hands before they had a chance to pick up another piece of evidence, and brought them up to wrap behind his neck.  As a result of this she was pressed flush against him and he had his own hands free to roam over her body.  She sighed and gladly succumbed to his attentions, dropping her head back to rest on his shoulder and give his exploring mouth further access to her neck.

"Have I ever told you how hot you look in this jumpsuit?" he asked, his moist lips brushing her sensitive skin, while his tantalizing hands moved slowly from her breasts, down her ribs and stomach.

"Nope," she replied with a blissful smile, her eyes dropping closed.  The things this man could do with his mouth...

"Mm, very hot indeed," he assured, placing a gentle bite below her ear.  One sneaky hand slid down to rub her thigh.  "In fact," he continued, nibbling her ear now.  "I think we should try to sneak one home..."

A soft laugh escaped her as she turned her head towards him and in an instant his mouth captured hers, kissing her for all she was worth.  Her arms tightened around his neck as did his around her waist, preventing her from turning around.  His hand moved up the inside of her leg and cupped her gently, his fingers moving in a slow massage.

"Nick!" she admonished, breaking the kiss and batting his hand away.  "Not at work."

"C'mon baby..." he started but she squirmed and turned to face him, shushing him by pressing a finger to his lips.  He nibbled it so she yanked it away and lightly tapped his mouth making him pout.

"Stop it.  We set rules Nick, and as I recall slaking the lust in our burning loins at the lab isn't one of them."

He leered at her, leaning in in search of another kiss.  "How about I 'Stoke' that fire in your loins for you?" he suggested huskily, pressing his hips against her for emphasis and chortling at his own terrible pun.

Sara rolled her eyes and pushed him away from her completely, turning back to her work.

"You started it," he grumbled and when her only reply was a sly wink, he got frustrated.  "Not very nice of you to leave me like this..."

She sighed and turned to face him and he indicated the slightly distended crotch of his pants.  "Well, I am not going have sex with you in this building, so what exactly do you suggest I do about that?" she demanded, pointing.

He raised both eyebrows and met her gaze, his head tilted slightly.  She stared back at him questioningly, her brow wrinkled.  His eyes dropped down to his groin, up to her face again.  Her eyes widened as she realized what he was implying.

"Nick, I am not, I repeat NOT, sucking you off at work!"

"Oh, come on," he whined, then added in a smaller voice.  "It's the least you could do..."

Sara's eyes flashed dangerously and she reached over to grab a large pair of very threatening looking pliers.  "What did you just say?"

"Nothing!" he protested, his voice cracking in a pre-pubescent squeal.  He backed away, warding her off with one hand while shielding his cringing testicles with the other.  "I was joking!  Joking!"

She looked him over, felt a wash of pity, and dropped the heavy tool back on the worktable with a clang then turned back to her pile once more.  Nick exhaled heavily, puffing out his cheeks.  He hoisted himself up to sit on a table behind her.

"How about-"

"No."

"But what if we-"

"No."

"We could-"

"No!" She turned, sighing exasperatedly.  "Jesus, you just don't give up, do you?"

He grinned and shook his head.  "Mm-mm.  You know if we were to-"

"NO!"

He huffed and crossed his arms with a sulk.  "Fine."

"Fine.  Thank you."

Ten minutes later Nick and Sara were "taking their break" in the backseat of Nick's Denali, steaming up the tinted windows and giving the truck's shock absorption system a run for its money.

Hodges and Greg were crossing the parking lot on their way back from a fast-food run.  Hodges was rambling about his latest find for Grissom while Greg begrudgingly listened.  Both men paused however when they first heard the creak of springs then noticed the motion of the SUV one row over from where they were walking.

"Wow," Hodges stated, quirking a sleazy eyebrow at Greg.  "That Denali's a' rockin'."

"And you are not goin' a' knockin'," Greg said, grabbing the other tech's collar and hauling him towards the lab entrance.

Meanwhile, back in the standard issue GMC Denali, Sara bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly in the small space and rupturing their eardrums.  She arched into Nick and gripped his thighs then came hard enough to hear colors.  He grunted at the sensation of her clenching around him tightly and thrust once, twice more then was gone, tumbling after her and moaning loudly. 

He slumped back in the seat and she leaned back against him, their bodies still joined.  She could feel his heart pounding in his chest against her back, keeping rhythm with her own, and his hot breath came in sharp moist pants on her neck.

"Whoa," he muttered breathlessly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She chuckled lightly, tracing her fingers over his forearms, and let her cheek rest against his.  "This is getting ridiculous, you know."

Nick opened his mouth to protest but she turned her head to meet his eyes, and seeing her look he snapped it shut again.  "Yeah," his voice was quiet.  "I know.  Damn it."

"Don't get me wrong," she said, bringing up one hand to touch his cheek.  "If I had my way, I'd be having my way with you all damn day.  But I really think we should try to restrain ourselves long enough to get through a whole shift.  I have a feeling being caught bopping in the break room might reflect poor work ethic."

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed smiling and kissing her forehead.  She settled back into his arms and he tightened his embrace, nuzzling her hair.  "I think we 'bop' pretty good, baby," he murmured, amused by her choice of words.

Sara laughed out loud, turning her head to see him grinning at her, and pressed her lips to his.